Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

The abandoned dock not far from the lighthouse is overgrown with grass.

Tang and Song Dynasties held a gilt silver cane and looked at the movement of the lighthouse in the distance with a telescope.

West, who had changed into a black priest's uniform, stood beside Tang Song. A bright silver chain hung from his chest, revealing an ancient silver crucifix.

The cross is half the length of a forearm. At the top of the cross, two sapphires the size of pigeon eggs are inlaid.

The silver light on the cross has faded, and it has been worn for a long time, but it seems that the original owner took good care of it and maintained it well, and it has not oxidized.

Behind West, stood four men and women also wearing black priest uniforms.

It's just that compared to West, their priest uniforms are much simpler, and there is no gold thread on the cuffs.

Each of them was carrying a silver suitcase with a cross pattern engraved on it. It was mysterious and they didn't know what was inside.

"My people captured a Hagui tribe, and he provided information that the Kingpin of the underground world sent a group of girls to this abandoned dock!"

Tang Song was smoking a cigar, and the fire from the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness: "This dock has been abandoned for a long time. There is a naval checkpoint six miles away from here. Ordinary people, snakes, and smugglers will not come here. Obviously, our

Mr. Kingpin is delivering something to someone."

"Kingpin, that New York underground leader!" West lowered his hands and looked at the lighthouse in the distance.

"I heard that De Kler mentioned that he colluded with other people. If he had been in the Middle Ages, he would have been sentenced to death at the stake! Only fire can atone for his sins."

Tang and Song squinted their eyes. The so-called burning was to tie a person to a cross made of wood, pile firewood underneath, and burn the person alive. This was also a method that the Holy See had always used to deal with heretics.

However, for the current Holy See, it is really difficult to deal with an underground emperor in New York unless it uses official means or extraordinary people.

Tang and Song spoke at the right time and said:

"I am willing to help you deal with Jin Bin's matter.

But I heard that he has many friends in the upper echelons of the federation.

It is said that there are even big figures in Congress and the Ministry of Defense..."

Tang Song rubbed the chilong pattern on his cane and looked sideways at West, waiting for his statement.

Kingpin, the underground emperor of New York, the lifelong enemy of Spider-Man, Daredevil, and the Punisher and other superheroes, his most powerful thing is not his muscles.

It's not his group of gunmen and thugs, but his intricate network of relationships at the top of the federation.

This is also the reason why he was sent to prison again and again and released again and again in the plot.

With the current strength of the Tang and Song Dynasties, it was not difficult to kill Jin Bin, but if he touched his money bag, he would inadvertently offend the people behind him.

Tang and Song were not afraid, but these people could indeed cause him a lot of trouble.

Tang and Song wanted to use West's help to solve this problem and test the strength of the Holy Shield Brotherhood.

West took a deep look at Tang Song and seemed to understand his intention to borrow a knife to kill people. However, West did not mind and smiled and said:

"It is a major crime to collude with aliens, especially to harm humans and provide sacrifices for vampires. As long as the evidence is true, no one can protect him! It doesn't matter even if the president is behind him!"

Hearing West's words, Tang Song nodded with satisfaction: "In that case, after dealing with these vampires, I will also deal with them on behalf of Mr. Jinpin!"

At this time, in the sky, the full moon poked out from the dark clouds, and the silvery moonlight shone on the sea surface.

In the lighthouse, a big man came out to put out water. Looking at the full moon in the sky, he couldn't help but howl at the moon.

As he howled, his face slowly protruded and became longer. At the same time, he quickly grew thick long hair, and his body began to grow taller and stronger.

With a shrill wolf howl, the strong man turned into a tall werewolf.

"Werewolf!"

Tang Song and West looked at each other, Tang Song raised his eyebrows, this was a bit interesting.

………………

"It smells dirty, Dickon, you bastard, you actually cooperated with a werewolf!"

Walking out of the underground passage was a tall man wearing a leather jacket, long hair shawl, and holding a shotgun in one hand.

Several pure-blood vampires immediately smelled the man's scent.

That strong fishy smell belongs to the smell of a werewolf.

Several pure-blood vampires couldn't help but scolded angrily.

But no one usually cares about the loser's anger.

"Well, Lucian, my friend, welcome, welcome." Dickenface opened his arms and gave the man a big hug.

The man pressed the shotgun against Dickenface's chest and dodged Dickenface's movement.

Dickenface shook his head and shrugged: "We have been working together for so long, and you are still so divided!"

The man named Lucian looked coldly at the pool of blood in the room and frowned.

"Your business is almost successful, where are the things you promised me?"

"Don't worry, I've got 100,000 rounds of ultraviolet bullets ready!" Dickenface clapped his hands, and several vampires moved over a few wooden boxes.

Lucian pried open one casually, and inside were neat rows of brass bullets that glowed with purple fluorescence.

Lucian picked up one, examined it carefully in his hand, and pressed the bullets into the magazine in front of Dickenface.

Seeing Lucian pointing his gun at him, Dickenface raised his hand with an exaggerated expression! "Oh!"

Lucian turned the gun, pointed it at a vampire next to him, and pulled the trigger.

Before the unlucky guy could react, he was shot in the chest. With a scream, his entire body burned from the inside out, and in just ten seconds, it was reduced to a pile of ashes.

Several vampires in the room were startled by Lucian's sudden shooting, and they all reached for the pistol on their back.

"Don't move!" Dickenface stopped his subordinates.

Lucian looked at the vampire that turned to ashes, nodded with satisfaction and said:

“The stuff is good!”

Dickenface stared at Lucian coldly: "I gave you what you asked for. Where is what I want?"

Lucian waved his hand, and two tall figures walked out of the secret passage carrying a large box.

Before the box could be put down, Dickenfeith couldn't wait any longer. He quickly stepped forward and opened the wooden box.

Inside was a tied up white man, with a blindfold on his eyes and a ball in his mouth. He felt the vibration of the wooden box and couldn't help but let out a whine.

"Is it him?"

Dickenface stroked the white man's face as if he were touching some rare treasure. His sharp nails scratched the white man's face, leaving a trail of blood.

Dickenface wiped the blood drops on the white man's face with his hand, put it into his mouth and sucked it. The sweetness made every pore in his body tremble.

"This human being contains the perfect blood of the first Alexander. He can combine it with the Sun Walker blood in your hand to create another Sun Walker as a sacrifice!"

Lucian said in a deep voice to Dickenface.

Unlike the vampires from the line of Cain, the other vampires in New York are derived from their own genetic mutations.

They have the same ancestor as Lucian's werewolves, originating from Alexander Coventis, a Hungarian nobleman before the Middle Ages.

This nobleman seemed to possess some kind of special gene. After his eldest son Marcus was bitten by a bat, he became the first generation vampire.

His second son, William, was bitten by a wolf and became the first generation of werewolves.

As for the younger son, he died of old age in an ordinary way, but because of this, Alexander's genes were perfectly passed on.

The man in the wooden box is the descendant of Alexander's generation.

Lucian had already gotten what he needed from him, but in order to deal with his enemy, he used this human being as a bargaining chip to make a deal with Dickenface.

Looking at the man in the wooden box, Dickenface let out a burst of vague laughter.

"Bring the blood of the blade!"

A vampire quickly took out several test tubes of serum, which were filled with Blade's blood.

The Sunwalker and the vampire have been fighting for more than a day or two, although it has been Dickenface's side that has suffered all these years.

But it is not difficult for Dickenface to get some blade blood.

It's not that the scientists under him haven't done research on Blade's blood, it's just that they haven't come up with any results.

After all, one is on the scientific side and the other is on the mysterious side, and there is some incompatibility between the two.

Dickenfeith took a syringe, drew a tube of blood from the white man's arm, injected it into a test tube containing Blade's blood, shook it, and handed it to the subordinate next to him.

"Give it to Claude and let him experiment as soon as possible. I want the results!"

Just as his men took over the test tube, a cloud of green smoke slowly appeared in front of Dickenface, slowly forming into a black cat and barking at him.

The red light in Dickenface's eyes suddenly lit up:

"Damn, that damn human actually brought someone here? How could he find this place?

Oh, I understand, it was a mistake to seek cooperation from humans... But, it doesn't matter, we are a group of ordinary humans..."

Lucian looked at the black cat that suddenly appeared, and his pupils shrank. He recognized that it was the pet of a famous dark wizard in the dark world of New York.
To be continued...